'my way is the best way-
and you all need to follow.'
a common statement made today.
so don`t fall into its trap and swallow.
we are not all one and the same-
for we have different thoughts and opinions.
so don`t let your ideals and thoughts be my bane-
holding me captive inside the walls of its prisons.
let`s put away our difference and just be as one
not a mindless zombie living inside a blood-filled carcass
I just want to wake to a dawn rising a bright-shining sun
and not to living in a world of no sun and endless darkness
The story told by haggard sage,
of evil born in days of yore,
of blood filled eyes that never age
and peer up at their coffin's door.
The hunt that fate can never sate
now prowls across the foggy moor
and slips within the village gate
with appetite that must restore.
The blood of life that lives and dies
and then is born to seek again.
A painful truth that never lies;
a curse so real it never ends.
Another lured to evil's whim,
now drawn to eyes they can't resist,
reflecting distant candle dim
and falling there to life's last kiss.
Not a danger this is the type of thing you expect from a stranger But close to home is where it hits don’t tell me a place in your heart is where my life sits
Yesterday we both could have became a memory, but all that mattered was you not loosing him instead of me.
Standing there in blood filled rooms with little attention to the injuries our body consumes
Listening to your screams of fright doing my best to try and get you out of sight
I stood there taking each blow
When it would end I did not know
I finally found my way to a phone thank god the other line wasn’t just a dial tone
The external wounds will heal but right now I’m allowed to feel
Stop thinking I just need to forgive and forget because the emotions haven’t even set
I’m going to have to be fixed by going back under the knife. How many more times before he actually takes a life?
We remember
That night of horror
When the future was stamped and the cogs were slain
When the execution ground shone red with blood
The blood of the helpless cogs
We remember the horrors
Gunshots like fireworks
The cries of cogs like wolves in the night
As devil's favourite demons feed on raw flesh
We remember the depressed winds
The howling of the tortured winds
The breeze of grief. Of cold steeled grief.
As the cogs kneel with tears in their cheeks
Hands grasping the blood stained shield
Songs of hope in their trembling lips.
Fire! The only noise from the blood crazed hunters
As more cogs fall on the blood soaked floor.
Mother's in pain
Father's groaning inward
Siblings gathered around the dining table
Waiting for the blood filled dinner plate.
We remember the silence
The blood thick silence
The howls of the winds
As it whispers "gory" "gory".
We Shall Not Forget.
The Chinese ....and their grand Olmypics.
First, they gave us CoVID and death!
Now torture brought about by behemoths.
You scream about Iranainans.
The Chinese, now worse than bloodless
Transylvanians.
Organs taken as if they were kites.
By atheistic Chinese in blood filled
starless nights.
Olympians starved, and where were
your minds? Certainly not on the Christ.
All nations having gone to totally bling!
Unless, of course, they were Chinese.
2-18- 2022
My baby brother gone,
just like that,
He passed away,
at the drop of a hat.
He was healthy;
just 51 years old,
A great guy;
a heart made of gold.
No warning signs,
no chance to say goodbye,
You're in shock,
confused you wonder why.
So many words,
that need to be spoken,
Your left with memories,
and your heart is broken.
We are here his sisters,
nephews, nieces and his wife.
Broken hearted;
this forever changed our life.
I think if I had a chance,
what would I say,
I would talk and act,
like he never went away.
He had a stroke,
blood filled his brain,
They said it was quick,
little to no pain.
He was at work,
and all alone,
HE rests on a hill;
in Alpine his name is set in stone.
TURBO1904
Daring to Walk Around the House Shirtless
I am a daring woman, a wanton woman, a top heavy woman.
My 44 Double D’s are pressing down hard on my chest today.
I decide to free them, to let them loose, to give them some air.
Which is nervy because even if you are an old lady, and I am….
If you have a husband like mine
Who is still seventeen
And still thinks of me as sixteen,
you know he is going to run up and play with your boobs.
My back stops him in mid grab.
What is on your back?
Apparently thirteen wood ticks.
He is completely grossed out and says he will take off six of them.
Thirteen is too many.
I am pretty sure he got all their blood-filled ugly rounded brown bodies.
The heads are still in my skin though, I bet.
Those heads are keeping him away from the booby grab.
I guess those stupid ticks bites are good for something.
HEY!
Never mind….
By the will of a shill
They deface the blood-filled memory
Marauders invade the capital city to the steps
Spoiling the roots of liberty tree by butchery
Strike the man who stands upon a mountain
Art of memory destroyed to satisfy mediocrity
“Let it burn” controlling hunger of a mob
A fitting placebo for the mentally maimed
Destruction remains of smoke and graffiti fire
Then the children ask in horror
Why a proud man died?
Demeaned like Santa Clause
They fall with grace withheld
Soon the young in strife will seek to vilify
Anyone those lacking leadership decry
Until no neutral Hun exists
Acceleration of the withering slain
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_cBayEcXsxc&feature=emb_logo
https://www.wsws.org/en/articles/2021/01/07/pers-j07.html
You roll over the edge of an eyelid, measuring your body
through a window.
Once you fit, you go outside of yourself
where the sky is rising.
A part of you is stirring coffee. Another part is beside the
windowpane
glancing edgeways into your tongue.
Crows crash out of bare branches. The wind is in
from lost town.
You find yourself observing the nerve endings of bare branches,
even though the trees you are watching
are made of blood-filled dendrites
pushing through thoughts.
Robins flush out snow drifts, leaping like tigers. You shake
mist out of your shoes, follow claw marks.
You can see clouds swimming in the dim fathoms,
where geese fish for meadow grass.
Roads are passable. Wind-whales plow through
narrowing perspectives,
pushing insomnia ahead
of a dark sleep.
Freezing rain wrings eyes into hands that hide inside
closed fists.
Because of the cold, there are warm regions of you
that will not surface today.
Dawn hovers in-between night and day.
For a long moment
gray ghosts pluck the ground like scavenging gulls.
Wilting in withering light
I'm afraid I lost the will to fight
Demons dance in the abyss
Between us monsters a soulless kiss
Impurities fill my mind
Perhaps how I'll be defined
Burn them like tea leaves
Nothing will be left for the thieves
I sing of all that could have been
Before the bottle and before the sin
Deep inside is the hero held down by this weight
Damned by a black fire fate
No deity ever sought to save me
So this tainted soul is all I have to set free
It brings me pain but I don't seek pity
Because the truth isn't pretty
In my hand is a blood filled chalice
Which I gaze upon with serene malice
Truthfully it's to hide the malaise
As I ready myself for the blaze
Wilting in withering light
I'm afraid I lost the will to fight
Demons dance in the abyss
As I meet the flame's fateful kiss
Legs full of hair...
These people can't bear....
Feminine ones are , which they admire...
So I set to work and started to pare.....
The blades went deep down the skin...
Ouch! I got a cut ....
Was I punished for my sins....?
I ignored the pain and kept on scraping....
But soon blood filled the cut...
It was messy as !!
The foam was dripping into the wound...
But I kept on shaving , thinking the pain would be out soon....
Lying on my bed that night....
All I wished was to be born in a different right...
My decision to speak was a life changing one.
After years of forced silence, pretending to have fun.
It was at that time, the only way to survive.
I had already seen death and I wanted to stay alive.
My truth became volcanic, suddenly it was there.
As you all joined together turning it into warfare.
Attacking like an enemy, no longer family anymore.
One calling me a martyr as I walked out the door.
I wept what seemed blood filled tears in a field.
You all stood stoic with your armor and shields.
The irony is: I would have fought for you to death.
Instead, you turned against me trying to steal my breath.
But here I am still breathing, many years gone by.
Yet when I think of you, I sometimes fall down and cry.
Some wounds run deep as do oceans that rivers fill.
The very oceans I choose to sail at my own free will.
Heidi Sands
5/30/17
Red Pill
Date: Tue, Jan 12 2016 at 9:06 PM
Took the Red Pill
So the Truth was Revealed
Red Eyes Blood Filled
Blood Spilled
Cause the Truth Opened the Windshields
Of my Eyes from the Iris
The Virus Was Killed
A drop of blood was the start of our Salvation.
Yet one drop was enough for every nation.
But it didn't stop, the whips, stripes upon
His back, face unrecognizable, the beard gone.
The Father turned His back upon His Son,
until our Redemption was fully done.
On the Cross He took our sins upon Himself that day. .
they didn't taint His pure blood, it washed them away.
Through Jesus blood filled eyes what He could see,
Was the love He had for all humanity..
He asked the Father to forgive, He paid the price,
He gave His life as a sacrifice.
Jesus Blood did what Adam could not do.
Gave the gift of life eternal for me and you.
With pain that love would not diminish,
Jesus cried,"It is Finished."
On the third day,Jesus opened up His eyes.
With His the Saints, to ARISE--
He AROSE from the earth where His body lay,
was seem by many on that Day..
Easter Morning, Full of praise and Glory
the beginning and finishing of Christ' Story.
HIS Power, Love and Mercy He shared on Earth's shore,
Because He is ALIVE and lives FOREVER More..
Does God exist
I look at my body
it seems so complex
the heart pumping blood
blood filled with oxygen
blood built within the bones
everything is so complex
the brain the heart the lungs
yet science would have us believe
that cells to small to be seen
without a microscope
design something so complex
cells with no ability to think
can design a brain
surely some thing
that has cognitive thinking
had to design the body and brain
Yes I think God exists
but God did not create wars
God does not molest children
God did not create your pain
People do that to each other
people create wars
people create poverty
people create suffering
we could use our brains
to make a better world
we could believe in God
and learn to care.
surely something
with a brain
needed to create the design
from there the cells
would have been programmed
programmed to repeat
and improve the design
surely behind
the human body
is a design
that require's intelligent thinking
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